To My 15 Year Old Self.

Dear sweet angel,

I wish I could write a letter and list off the ways in which life gets better, however, I’m not sure it would be what you want to hear right now. As I’m not sure you would see these as good things. Perhaps, they might break your heart. But trust me when I say these things are good in the end. You’ll see.

No, you don’t marry him. But trust me dear angel, this is a good thing.

No, you don’t move away for college. But trust me starlet, this is a blessing in disguise.

No, you and her aren’t best friends anymore. But trust me little dove, you deserve better.

No, you don’t pursue journalism, but darling, do you really want to be a journalist? Keep writing though. The passion to write is a sign.

Maybe my telling you this will save you some time. Or maybe you’ll try everything in your power to stop these things from happening. And I love you for that. But there are some things in this life that will never be meant for you no matter how badly you want them to be. It’s okay to let go. It’s okay. Trust the process.

And trust your intuition more. Pray to God more. Write more. Read more. Visit your grandparents more. See your dad more. Eat bread less (You have Celiac’s Disease, btw. You’re welcome). Complain less. Worry less. Hate less and love more!

Love,
Your future self.